Post by Erida on Jan 16, 2011 21:43:11 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling:Caela
Age:2 years
Gender:Fae
Species/Breed:Newfoundland Wolf
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length:Thick and of medium length. It is pure white in color with a single black line running along her spine.
Eye color:Light blue
Build (height, weight, overall structure):A medium sized wolf weighing in at approximately 60lbs and standing at 24" at the shoulder. She's lean, and very feminine, but muscular at the same time.
Detailed Description (or picture):
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: Caela, who began life as Trinity, was once part of a smaller pack of Newfoundland wolves. They were extremely peaceful creatures, sharing their home with several other packs of wolves. Her ancestors had lived in those lands as long as any wolf could remember. She was the alpha and alphess’ only daughter, and frequently would care for the young of not only her own pack but also the other surrounding packs’ pups.
One day a neighboring pack’s alpha was killed by an outsider who then claimed the pack as his own. This caused an uproar between those packs who had lived in peace for centuries. War broke out across the lands causing much anguish. Trinity’s parents were lost in the battle. When the young female stood up to her own pack attempting to convince them to become peaceful once again she was run off….with the threat of death if she were to return.
Trinity had found herself wandering for several moons before she came across another land filled with other peaceful wolves. The young female was welcome with open paws. Only after a short time she was out with the pack for a hunt when everything went black. Some sort of brain injury had occurred causing a complete memory wipe out. She had wandered aimlessly for a few weeks before happening upon another pack's lands. The wolves here were warm and offered to attempt to find her home. Throughout her life she now encountered her first feeling of dark amusement in the company of the rogue, who had renamed her Caela and began to escort her home. During their travels they became separated and here she is once more. He is thought of often and she is silently determined to find him once more.
Personality:Caela is extremely patient and kind hearted. She avoids conflict if possible, yet will not back away if threatened. This intelligent female would much rather discuss her issues than use violence. She may be soft, but is also a strong figure and role model for any pack. At times she may seem quiet, however she is the type to listen to all that surrounds her and absorbs all information no matter how insignificant it may seem. She is kind, but not a push over and treats all the same with an almost aloof nature. Her only really soft spot is pups, or the young.
Although she has always been a sweet natured wolfess a trajedy in her history has caused her to be easily swayed by more "fun" characters. A handsome brute with a dark streak would be like a puppet master for this female. She is easily flattered.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Dead
Siblings:Dead
Other Family:Dead
Friends:None
Group:Loner for now, will attempt to join Barzakh
Rank:--
º Prove ¥ourself º
Where did you find us?Gee I wonder *whistles innocently*
RPG Sample:Erida:
Her very own odd behavior was annoying the fae and she was quite relieved when the mascu broke the awkwardness. A sly smirk slithered along gray lips, tugging lightly at the corners of her mouth to mirror his. Her receptors pirouetted upon her skull to land upon the words that finally broke the long silence. Ah yes, back to acting like their normal selves. Well, normal for the first 3/4 of the short time they've known each other anyhow. The joking comments escaping him,""Because the fact of the matter is that I'm still alive. And not even the King of hell can stand against my fangs." forced her smile to widen and brighten with amusement. A sparkle danced along her irises as he pushed the pair into a new direction. A few crossings of her lengthy limbs pulled her another pace away from his resting place, a brow quirking teasingly at him Her neck craned, moist digit nudging his shoulder roughly, "Maybe not the king...but this princess is another story." A single shade dropped over her right eye, opening in a playful wink. He had seemed worthy of a good teasing. And although she consistently enjoyed a waltz with death's shadow she truly did not wish to die. He had proven that murder was not on his agenda this day in regards to the domestic fae that had attempted to push him over the edge and failed. So why not some light teasing? On the outside it appeared that her guard was down, her entire bodice loose and relaxed compared to their first exchange. Within she was constantly on guard even if it were now sucked deeper within her being, it was ever present.
The phenomena of a sliver of care from the female was now a distant memory or at least to herself. Perhaps it would be another 4 years before she would have to deal with such again. Sly remark after sly remark was spewed toward him. "We take what we can handle, right?" Her gaze willingly met his as he focused upon her features once more."Or at least have fun trying like hell to handle it, hm? There's nothing more amusing then formidable opponent whether it be a being or life itself." A few steps were taken away upon springy paws. It was obvious that she had received what she needed for now. The little something different in her life to break the monotony. It wasn't much really, but after so long of the same game, the same faces day after day even this small amount of change was needed even if it were to only last a moment in time. The newly rejuvenated fae paused as she lengthened the distance by a few feet, her head twisting to throw a curious gaze over her shoulder, "And after I run off and leave you here heartbroken where do you believe you will travel to next? That teasing smile lit her features once more, yet she was indeed interested on his future whereabouts. If an occasional face off with this brute was what she needed to keep herself sane (in her opinion anyway) she would need to be able to locate him without spending to much effort tracking him. She was too important to waste her time with such nonsense.